The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1887-12-08
MOAT-GRANGE.
By Mis-. Henry WooD.
CHAPTER H.-CONTlNUED.

CHAPTER H.-CONTINUED.
mo hope Of his life?'
"None. A day or two must termi-
nate it,
Mr.. Cleveland was inexpressibly
shocked. He could not at first speak.
This is very sudden, gentlemen
"Not particularly so. You knew that
erysipelas had come on.
.Yes, knew that answered Mr.
Cleveland.
There has been little hope since.
And what there was has gone now
We have done all in our power. but il
has mastered us. viii you break it to
Mr.. Dalrymplc?'
Yes he answered. quitting them.
1t is hard task: but some body mus.
do it.
He went straight to Mr.. Dalrymple' 5
bedroom and remained with him some
time Charles. who had been dis
patched TO the town on a matter of
business. did not get home till evening.
He also went there. His mother left
the chamber As he went i'm. She had
her handkerchief to her face; Charles
supposed she was afraid of the draught.
He approached the bed.
''How are you by this time, sirp'
MIR. Dalr,mple. who was looking
flushed and restless. laid hold of
Charles hand and held it between both
of his. Have they told you the news,
my boya" he whispered.
No" answered Charles, whose
thoughts did not point to the true
meaning OF the words. lis there
any,
Mr.. Dalrymplc gazed up at him. 4
yearning gaze. And IN uneasy sensa-
ton stole oyerhis son.
= | am going to leave you, Charles. :
Charles sank down by the side Of the
bed. II was As if thunde-holt had
struck him; and one that was. O leave
its trace throughout life. Father. it
can not be-
In day or two, Charles. That is
all they allow me now Of life.'
lie cried out, with a long wailing cry.
and let his head drop on the counter
pane beside his father.
.'Yon must not take it too much to
heart, my son. Remember; that is one
Of my dying injunctions.
Il wish | could die for you, father. "
he pas>ionatcly uttered. Il shall never
forgive myself
Il forgive you heartily and freely,
Charles. Let that suffice. 1t was a
lamcntable accident, but it must have
been permitted for some wise end. |
forgive and bless you. could die in
peace. but for the thought of your
mother and sisters. / can but leave
them to You; will you cherish and pro-
vide for them3"
ale lifted UP his head. speaking
eagerly. Il will. l will They shall
be my only care. Father! l will never
marry. Here swear
Dalrymple, his voice raised to hoarse-
ness. How dare you? kerer take a
rash OATH
Il mean to perform it. father"
Hush! Act always according to the
best Of your abilities and conscience,
but never bind yourself to what YOU
may prove unable to perform. Future
affairs, which may look to us dark and
perp.exing, sometimes clear up Won
derfully in the working. Perhaps YOU
may be able to provide for them with
out marring your own prospects. A
way may be found.'
"Yes, yes" sighed Charles; "be at
ease respecting them: they shall be nv
care. as told You, even before Isabel.
But oh. to lose YOU thus! NY father!
say once more that you do forgive me.'
From my very heart and soul. DO
not grieve. Charles. Take counsel Of
your mother in all things. when / am
gone. Bless you, my boy, bless your
IL Mr. Charles had but let me draw
that there charge from his gum" be-
walled the gamekeeper aloud, rs
mourner>. friends. tenants and servants
were falling into order, after LAYING
Mr.. Dalrymple in his grave, 1.-THE
squire would have been here now"
CHAPTER III.
The hot rays Of the sun in June were
Oh the " est-end streets, as three gen.
tlemcn strolled arm-in-arm through
one of them. Three men more different
- aPpAai sSI'S ~ "sttlu uC ~ uleGl.
He who walked in the middle was by
far the best looking, a young man OF
four-and-twenty, attired in mourning.
His regular features had an open ex.
preston, his blue eyes were set some.
what deep in his head, and their long
eyelashes, nearly black, were darker
than his hair. He on the right was 4
stout man of five or siN-and-fifty, with
mass Of iron-gray hair; and his promi.
nent eyes shone out, hard and bold,
through his gold-rimmcd glasses. The
other was short and thin, and stopped
in the shoulders, with keen iet-black
eyes overhanging a hooked nose; and
his eyes looked too keen and his nose
too hooked for his thirty years. The
stout one was Colonel Haughton, the
keen one Mr.. Piggott, and the middle
one Charles Dalrymple. Suddenly the
latter stood still, and gazed across the
street.
'What now, Dalrymplc?''
There's my cousin Oscar. II ever
saw him in my life. thu is he. What
irln.> him in town? I'll wish YOU
I